Spotless the cat
Mar. 22nd, 2013 04:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceI was going to say "Spot the cat!" - but actually it's a lot easier when the linen cupboard is illuminated by flash, as against the grey murk of actuality.
(He's fond of our clean linens. And getting into places. In this instance, I saw that the door to the linen cupboard was standing open, which is unusual; so I said "Should I be looking for a cat?" and Karen said, "Look up. All the way up...")
In other news, I went to Office D*pot (am omitting vowel because I flinch every time I hear myself even think it) for some envelopes to post scary documents to scary distant lawyer, and I came home with a new mouse. Which in practice turns out to be about as juttery* as the old mouse, so mouse itself probably not the problem, hey-ho. No matter: new mouse was a bargain, and is technologically interesting, and it's always good to have a spare.
Now it is time to drink beer. I should probably get on with reading competition stories, but I have done no real work for days'n'days, what with parties and lawyers and so forth; and I have just remembered that I need to cut a story shorter to prevent ennui in editor, so I think I'll get on with that. With beer to lubricate the pain. Pain should always be slick and non-frictional.
*a word I neologised, to describe the irritating behaviour of a malfunctioning mouse: something between jitters and judders, obviously.
(He's fond of our clean linens. And getting into places. In this instance, I saw that the door to the linen cupboard was standing open, which is unusual; so I said "Should I be looking for a cat?" and Karen said, "Look up. All the way up...")
In other news, I went to Office D*pot (am omitting vowel because I flinch every time I hear myself even think it) for some envelopes to post scary documents to scary distant lawyer, and I came home with a new mouse. Which in practice turns out to be about as juttery* as the old mouse, so mouse itself probably not the problem, hey-ho. No matter: new mouse was a bargain, and is technologically interesting, and it's always good to have a spare.
Now it is time to drink beer. I should probably get on with reading competition stories, but I have done no real work for days'n'days, what with parties and lawyers and so forth; and I have just remembered that I need to cut a story shorter to prevent ennui in editor, so I think I'll get on with that. With beer to lubricate the pain. Pain should always be slick and non-frictional.
*a word I neologised, to describe the irritating behaviour of a malfunctioning mouse: something between jitters and judders, obviously.